Thursday, November 29, 2018
Too Drunk To. by Karen Cline-Tardiff
He slurred over her body, ravenous
for the cherry at the bottom of
her whiskey sour, half-drunk
With rheumy eyes and meaty hands
that couldn’t hold a swizzle stick,
much less his flaccid ego
While she lay contorted among
the spilled ruins of stale butts and
sticky liquers and forthcoming
I am back on that lazy orange shag again. 19 years old and playing poker for shots. The loser having to drink. In that basement apa...
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Security stops the men and frisks us down. All the women walk by and wait by the door. To check their coats if they wish. ...